PLAYER PLOT: fear is the mind-killer

[fullmoon]

CHARACTERS: You and all your least favorite things.
LOCATION: Shipwide.
WARNINGS: Violence, gore, monsters, psych trauma. (Please warn for any potential triggers—e.g. medical horror, eye stuff, recollection of past sexual trauma—in your subject lines.)
SUMMARY: Boggarts. See the plot post for a full timeline if you want to forward-date; otherwise, watch this space for updates.
NOTES: Whatever happens, however this ends, remember that it's Draco Malfoy's fault.

JAN 22

If you've been paying attention, you should already be on edge. Ward and Resnik have returned without many answers. There's the dead pirate again. The Tranquility is being pursued. People are talking about violent confrontation like it's inevitable, any cycle now. Any day. And now Morgoth is back, somewhere in the corridors.

If you keep an eye out, you won't find him. But you might find something else.

JAN 23

Never mind about Morgoth.

JAN 24

Despite very well-intended claims to the contrary (see above), the mounting evidence suggests that boggarts can be killed. Also, there's probably more than one. Sorry about that.

Comments

[mindtricks]

[ some of the comfort forescue finds in still being alive bleeds through the barrier, as does some of the disappointment and some of the — anderson doesn't quite now what to call the instinct to hide something, but some of that. shame?

in a way, it would be easier to focus on fort's emotions than her own, the exhaustion and her own fears, but anderson almost lost herself once, she isn't keen on doing it again. so she purposefully looks away, figuratively speaking. ]

What were they? [ but almost as soon as the question is out, she's shaking her head. it isn't the most sensitive question, and anderson doesn't want to keep the memories at the forefront of fortescue's mind, for her own benefit as much as fort's.

instead: ] I'm glad they didn't.

[blackmagus]

Yes. It showed their hand.

[Criers won't hesitate to devour you the very second they can get their huge, clicking jaws around you. Fortescue knows from gruesome experience. She's not keen to remember that, either, and quickly glances up and down the corridor.]

Is a part of the ship better for you?

[Or is it all covered in fear? If there's a safe zone, she'll help the younger woman get there.]

[mindtricks]

Wherever there's few people. [ it's said with a tired smile, largely forced because anderson doesn't feel much like smiling at the moment, but honest at least in intention, in what it communicates.

a moment later, she shrugs. ] But I also want to help. [ still: she's no use to anyone if she needs rescuing and looking after herself, if she's too exhausted to keep steady on her own two feet, and she knows that as well. so, she adds ] I should probably take a break.

[blackmagus]

[Fortescue has to nod, judging by how Anderson had been leaning on her before. Even if she'd tried to make it subtle.]

I think that's for the best, darling. Let's get to a level that's less populated.

[There's probably more of a possibility that the creatures are there, but also less overwhelming fear. What a choice.]

[mindtricks]

[ the creatures seem to seek out people, so they might not be on one of the entirely unpopulated levels. of course, there are other dangers the ship presents that might find them there.

one way or another, the situation isn't ideal. anderson still nods, glad for the company even if it means another mind in her close proximity. at least fortescue's mind isn't projecting loudly right now. that's worth a lot. ] Thank you.